"Are you deaf?" He asked King Patrick. "Do I have to speak it, for you to hear what the rest consider obvious. Do you know what you attempt to do, in cutting down the High King? Even the Gods are against you. Do you think it's that easy, to remove a crown from one King's head, and put it upon another – to upset centuries of tradition? Do you believe yourself to carry that weight?"
Edward found himself in agreement. They all seemed to act and talk as if it were normal. Something that they had the right to consider. To dethrone a King, to take a King's life. Normal men could not carry that right. Normal men could not interfere with the affairs of royalty – only another King, or Queen could.
"You are a nobleman, at best, Patrick," he said. "The Pendragon crown you wear is an insult to every true blooded royal. A crown is not something you can grasp out of want. A crown is something destined for you from the moment that you are born. You are not a pure enough creature to carry it."
